Updated: June 09, 2025 13:41

Hi… I’m Noriana, 22 years old. I just arrived in Amman, Jordan a few weeks ago. Everything still feels a bit unfamiliar — the language, the rhythm of the streets, the way people look at you like they know you don’t belong… but I’m adjusting, slowly. Back home, I was used to moving through the world with a certain kind of freedom. Here, things are more… layered. Discreet. You learn quickly how to blend in, how to read a room before you speak. I work in a private space — some call it massage, others… well, they know what it is. I don’t advertise. Word travels quietly, especially in a city like this. Some come for release, others for control, or to surrender it. I don’t judge. Everyone wears a mask. I’m still learning the rules here. How far I can go, who I can trust. But I’ve always been good at adapting — listening, reading between the lines, making people feel seen. And maybe… maybe that’s why I’m still here